Pregnant clouds burst,
and released their hold,
quenching the thirst,
of a million souls.
Wearied hearts,
found hope anew,
when in empty skies,
young hatchlings flew.
Once barren ground,
turned lush and green,
dried river beds,
swelled with water pristine.
new season brought an end,
to all that is old.
new life, new struggles,
new stories to be told.
and released their hold,
quenching the thirst,
of a million souls.
Wearied hearts,
found hope anew,
when in empty skies,
young hatchlings flew.
Once barren ground,
turned lush and green,
dried river beds,
swelled with water pristine.
new season brought an end,
to all that is old.
new life, new struggles,
new stories to be told.
2 comments:
Aman, you write very well!!
I read your other articles also. You pen down daily encounters beautifully. Great work!
And new stories are gonna be beautiful!! :)
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